Tell me this, was I not
beautiful for you? I kept
my eyes wet for you
and my mouth open
for a kiss. I let my hair
down. My tresses,
they grew darker on your
touch. Was I not,
the woman of your dreams?
Or was it that you had
no dream at all,
that your dreams died
at the end of your fingertips,
at the start of my skin.
Was it that you were
only an animal,
in the skin of a man?
And I, a sweet smelling prey.

Prey by Thamanna Razak

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